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The Tragedy of Subject 13
If your reading this than myself and my companions have failed in our goal and our cycle has ended. If your reading this then you must take heed of this you've probably noticed you can read this even your if your language or your way of communication is different thanks to a good friend we created this journal as a warning for you, so you can succeed where we have failed. Your civilization, your home, your very way of life is at risk. They are named the Reapers, a race of sentient machines hellbent on destroying all sentient life organic or artificial. The Reapers are powerful tall as mountains, able to level entire cities in seconds. They will come in great numbers and take your citiziens and turn them into monsters called husks. Living beings drained of all their organs and filled with cybenetics.
The Mass Effect relays are their greatest asset they come through without warning, the Citadel their greatest weapon, through the capital of the galaxy they open a backdoor for the entire reaper force to attack. The Conduit on the planet of Ilos is how they will begin. It's a doorway to the controls of the citadel. They will open the relays and they storm into your galaxy from dark space.
The Reapers with all there strengths are not invincible throughout are journey we were able to destroy them, fight them, and we waged war against them. The Protheans waged a war of attrition left their other races harvested, in the end that is what led to their downfall.
The Prothean Empire was vast and all encompassing all races became Prothean or they would be wiped out. All the race fought under one strategy, one battle plan, there was no diversity another reason the Prothean Empire collapsed.
Our cycle had no such problems with diversity. Humans, the jack of all trades. Turians, the greatest military machine in galaxy. Asari, the all female biotic race. Salarians the scientists of the galaxy. Krogans, living breathing tanks capable of unparalleled destruction. Batarians, slavers, mercenaries, smugglers. Quarians, the greatest tech experts in the galaxy. Volus the merchants, and businessmen. Hanar, the scholars of our cycle. Drell, the assasins trained from birth by the Hanar. Vorcha, the scavengers and vermin. Elcor, massive lumbering creatures with great size and strength.
We received a warning, a beacon from the Protheans,. We received the warning too late, the Reaper known as Sovereign had already begun preparing us for the coming of the Reapers. On Eden Prime a Prothean beacon containing their last warning was uncovered. One human received their warnings in the form of visions that poured into her mind. One woman alone saw what was to come, she alone would stop it. The colonist girl who survived the tragedy of Mindoir. Later joining the Alliance military, and having survived the expedition to Akuze. She would become the first human Spectre, a special unit of soldiers that directly served in the best interests of all races, who had no rules and couldn't be held accountable for any crimes.
Thus started a journey that took us to the end of the universe and back. Through our journey she showed what it's like to hope, to feel anguish, and to love. She was Commander Artemis Shepard, an artist of the battlefield, a born survivor, and an unstopable juggernaut.
I was the first of my kind, Cerberus made me into a weapon. The calm, my prison, the chaos, my home.
My name is Cole Stryker. I am the living storm.